As everyone around you chants to blow the candle, you close your eyes and think, 'What do I really want?' At the last moment, you decide that you don't care and you make a wish. You blow the candle and everyone cheers. You're given a knife or someone else cuts the cake for you. Either way, you get the first slice of cake.
It has become a ceremony. Waking up feeling excited, acting surprised when everyone 'surprises,' you, blowing the candle, cutting the cake and everything else in between. The first delicious bite of cake, one you remember forever.
You rip open your presents, and you may feel a tug of disappointment at not getting the present that you wanted the most. That night, you see stars outside, find the brightest in the night and wish upon it.
At the same night several years later, you close your eyes yet again; the chanting to blow the candles is there, ever present. You remember how glad you once were, and you think, 'When did I stop appreciating birthdays?'
For a single, breath-taking moment, everything seems to be a mix of happy and sad, regret and content, fear and bravery, anger and forgiveness. Then everyone cheers as you blow the candle once more, and the moment is gone, for you are now a year older.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ٩(●̮̃•)۶ :)